Wednesday morning, Sitting in the newly opened 1st screen was quite an experience. Thick fog enveloped the reed bed. The haunting evocative calls of Wigeon, Teal, Redshank and Curlew could be heard echoing from the mist. A sudden disturbance of heavy wing beats heralded the arrival of a dozen Mute swans. Appearing from the blanket of haze like phantoms. A few minutes passed when the dramatic sound of the rush of air from a thousand wing beats cut through the miasma, as a host of Golden Plover raced above my head and disappeared into the gloom. The pinging of a Bearded Tit was barely audible coming from the reed bed to the left. I watched as it flew across the water and landed deep in amongst the reeds. The visibility was so poor, i thought any chance of seeing my objective bird for the month (Bittern) flying over the reed bed was all but impossible. so i headed off towards Noke in the hope of an early Wheatear perhaps. I had been warned that the path up to the farm was flooded. but i thought i would give it a go anyway. The path was indeed flooded. But with careful steps and hugging the fence where the water was shallowest where it only came half way up my boots, i eventually made it. A nice surprise was finding seventy or so Fieldfare feeding in the field opposite the farmhouse along with fifteen Redwing and an equal number of Starlings. I have not seen Fieldfare on the reserve lately, so assumed that they had all left. Alas there were no sign of any Wheatears, so back home then.
Photo opportunities were few and far between due to the fog. So imagine my frustration on my return journey along said flooded path. Carefully watching and concentrating on my every step i proceeded gingerly through the flood. Several times i stopped to scan the reeds on Ashgrave to my right. As first a Grey Heron loomed out of the mist and then a Little Egret followed it into the reeds. My final stop to have a last look back over Ashgrave saw me level with the Willow tree near to the corner of the pond. As i went to move again i stumbled slightly, causing a bit of a splash. I was startled by a sudden and explosive thrash of wings coming from the direction of the Willow to my left. Departing from an exposed branch, not much more then a couple of arms length away from me, was a magnificent Peregrine Falcon. It must have watched me as i walked through the flood. It was so close, I swear if i was wearing my old platform shoes from the seventies i could have jumped up and caught it in mid flight. If only i had looked to my left. The bird was obviously not bothered by my presence. Only my clumsy step seemed to have spooked it. How often do you get the chance to be that close to a wild Peregrine ? And what a photo i could have had. But never mind, even without the photo it was still a marvellous sighting and an experience i shall not forget in a hurry.
Other sightings.. I had good views of the Hen Harrier on Monday by the 2nd screen. Dunlin were still present every day mixed in with the Golden Plovers on Big Otmoor. A Raven was flying over the reed bed.
Chiffchaffs are singing. The latest being heard and seen on the corner after the first screen. There were still five Pintail present on Big Otmoor on Wednesday.
Curlew in the sunshine. Monday morning...
Pintail and Wigeon on a grey day...
Hen Harrier at the 2nd screen..
Two hundred plus Black Headed Gull flypast..
B, H, Gulls..
Misty reed bed..
Gadwall in the mist..
A foggy Greenaways..
The new first screen open for business..